Classic Poem

Day after day, O lord of my life, shall I stand before thee face to face?
With folded hands, O lord of all worlds,
shall I stand before thee face to face?
Under thy great sky in solitude and silence,
with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face?
In this laborious world of thine, tumultuous with toil and with struggle,
among hurrying crowds shall I stand before thee face to face?
And when my work shall be done in this world,
O King of kings, alone and speechless
shall I stand before thee face to face?